A sudden smile
Flashes across his face,
And his eyes light up-
Remembering. The memories
Run through his mind.
Perhaps a summer day
Lying on the beach
Or a dream,
Captured during the night
Held prisoner
By his memory.
Maybe the song
Of birds soaring high
Above the clouds.
The pitter patter of rain
Falling on the roof. Outside
The window. The soft sound
Of water from the sky.
He pauses…
And smiles…
Remembering…
Before he continues on his way.
Jeremiah Scott Johnson
